About a month ago, I published a collection of my short stories, as well as rehashed “funny” blog posts, and some mostly humorous poetry I’d written over the years. This wasn’t to make a quick buck, because nobody buys this stuff, but I’d hoped to put something out for readers tired of waiting on another book and wanting a quick John L. Monk fix. All I’m saying is, if my grandmother were alive today, even she wouldn’t have bought it. That’s how bad sales are. Which is totally fine. I’ll get that Lamborghini one day — but it will not be THIS day.
Here’s the link if you wanna upstage my poor, dearly departed grandmother.